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However, driving in such muddy terrain would likely result in the car getting stuck within a few kilometers.

Even an off-road vehicle would struggle.

Therefore, the most cost-effective option is still a 'Da Yang Ma' (a powerful horse).

“I need to find a way to get a horse.”

If necessary, a centaur would do.

However, a horse in the Middle Ages wasn't cheap.

If you wanted to pass yourself off as a knight, it would be even more troublesome.

A standard knight, in addition to his mount, should also have a horse to carry equipment such as spears, longswords, helmets, and armor.

He would also need a person to carry the armor, a warrior attendant, and several manservants, guards, and bodyguards.

Therefore, in this era, not just anyone could become a knight.

Without sufficient family wealth, a small noble with hundreds of serfs wouldn't even qualify to be a knight's squire.

That's why knights held such a high position.

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Chapter 42: Night Warhorse!

In the market.

People came and went.

The shouts of vendors on both sides of the road never ceased.

Rhode's eyes scanned the surrounding stalls. Despite its small size, there were quite a few people buying and selling in the market.

Food, drinks, clothing, furniture…

There were even slave traders buying and selling slaves.

“Slaves! You can buy a healthy slave for just two gold pounds!”

“Sir, would you like to buy a few slaves?”

Rhode looked at the slaves locked in cages, most of whom were strong men.

Although the slave system existed in this world, the number of slaves was actually pitifully small.

The vast majority of ordinary people at the bottom were serfs hired by nobles.

Although they were essentially slaves, at least nominally the relationship was an equal employment relationship.

Only when wars occurred between nobles, and captured serfs didn't have enough ransom money, would they be sold as slaves.

He didn't have a territory, so buying these slaves would be useless, and he would have to spend money to feed them.

Their only use would be for sacrifice.

But, these ordinary slaves wouldn't be of much use to him after being sacrificed.

Purely a waste of effort.

“How much are these horses?”

Rhode came to a horse trader and casually asked.

“An ordinary horse is fifteen gold pounds.”

“If it's a warhorse, it's forty gold pounds.”

Fifteen gold pounds?

Tsk!

“How many horses do you have here?”

“About fifteen, ten ordinary horses, five warhorses.”

Fifteen warhorses should be enough.

Rhode nodded and waved his hand. “I'll take them all, but I don't have enough gold pounds on me. I'd like to barter.”

“Barter? Alright!”

The horse trader was stunned for a moment but didn't refuse.

Anyway, as long as the price was right, gold pounds and goods were the same.

Rhode took out a delicate wooden box from his arms.

After opening it, he wound the spring a few times.

Crisp music came from inside the wooden box.

Instantly, the horse trader, who had been indifferent, was rooted to the spot.

“This is called a music box. It's a treasure that came from an ancient kingdom. I'll use it to trade for your horses.”

Looking at the little figures dancing to the music inside the wooden box.

The horse trader didn't hesitate at all and completed the transaction directly.

If this exquisite treasure could be sold to those powerful nobles, let alone a dozen horses.

Even a hundred horses wouldn't be enough.

This guy is simply an idiot.

After the transaction, the horse trader ran off without a trace, afraid that Rhode would go back on his word.

“I wouldn't go back on my word.”

Rhode shook his head and walked around the entire market. All the horses in the hands of all the horse traders were exchanged by him for various modern handicrafts.

Of course, these people certainly wouldn't lose money.

Modern handicrafts are worthless in modern times.

But in this backward era, each one is a priceless treasure.

Before coming here, he had specially gone to the market to purchase a batch of various exquisitely crafted handicrafts.

He spent tens of thousands of dollars before and after, on thousands of exquisite handicrafts.

He couldn't use them all, not at all.

Leading dozens of horses to a deserted place.

Rhode immediately performed a sacrifice.

Sacrifice!

Deep rays of light flickered, and dozens of horses all disappeared.

A black whistle appeared in Rhode's hand.

“Huh?”

Sacrificing dozens of horses, and he got a whistle? What's the meaning of this?

Rhode looked strange, looked at the whistle in his hand, put it to his mouth and tentatively blew it gently.

A long whistle echoed, and a cloud of pitch-black mist suddenly appeared, shrouding the surroundings.

“Neigh!”

Immediately afterward, a deep neigh exploded.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

In the diffuse black mist, a pitch-black warhorse slowly stepped out.

The black fur was like thick ink dripping into the water, spreading out, smooth and shiny.

Rhode visually estimated that this black horse was nearly two meters one tall, a head taller than him.

Its weight was at least 1,200 kilograms or more.

This data was more than half higher than a thoroughbred horse.

Its bones were thick, its body was full of strong muscles, and its muscle lines were obvious.

Its body was covered with a layer of dark blue full-body armor, and all joints and vital points from head to tail were covered by heavy armor.

A pair of pitch-black eyes bloomed with blood-red light, and there was also an iron horn on its head that was as sharp as an ice knife.

Looking at this warhorse, which was filled with ferocity and killing aura, like a war weapon.

Rhode looked satisfied.

Judging from this aura alone, he knew that this horse was no ordinary product.

An ordinary warhorse in front of it would probably be trampled to death in one impact.

“Neigh!”

The black horse shook its head and took the initiative to approach Rhode.

Its front legs were bent, its body was lowered, gentle and loyal.

Rhode reached out and touched this black horse, unable to hide the love on his face.

Women and cars are things that most men can't resist.

Horses, naturally, are the same.

One can ride, and the other can ride.

This is the desire to conquer engraved in the bones of all men.

“What should I call you…”

Rhode stroked his chin, looking at the black-haired warhorse.

It walked out of the darkness, and its whole body was black, just like the deep dark night.

“Let's call you Night.”

He flipped over and sat directly on the horse's back, gently shaking the reins.

Without him needing to operate it, this Night warhorse seemed to understand his thoughts and instantly accelerated.

Chapter 43: Can't You Lower Your Head?

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The hooves roared like thunder, and Rhode looked at the scenery receding rapidly around him.

The surprise in his eyes was hard to hide.

This speed is almost over 100 kilometers per hour, right?

Is this the speed that a horse can run?

If he remembered correctly, the fastest speed record for a horse in the world was only about 70 kilometers per hour.

And now, his Night warhorse, with full body armor and carrying a person, has already reached a top speed of 100 kilometers per hour.

It's about to take off.

Riding the warhorse for more than ten minutes, the speed didn't slow down at all.

Rhode looked at the Night warhorse under him, his eyes a little surprised.

If it were an ordinary warhorse, running so fast for more than ten minutes, even if it could hold on, it would start to get tired.

But this guy, it's like he doesn't even know what fatigue is.